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Part I. Sacred Songs, by Mrs. Follew. 
Part II. Hymns selected for the School. 
Part III. Lessons from Scripture, 
Part IV. Prayers. 


I. R. 





In preparing this book for our Sunday School, ad- 
vantage has been taken, with the Compiler's and the 
Publisher's permission, of the collection of hymns 
lately published under the title of u Sacred Songs for 
Sunday Schools/' It constitutes the First Part. The 
Second Part consists of hymns selected from the 
<c Collection of Psalms and Hymns " used by the 
Federal Street congregation, and from the little book 
which has been for several years in use in our School. 
Lessons from Scripture and Prayers are added, in the 
hope that one of the former will be read at the open- 
ing of the School, and one of the latter be repeated 
aloud by the children after the Superintendent, when- 
ever he shall prefer a printed form to an extempora- 
neous service. 

E. S. G. 

Boston, Sept., 1839. 




By Mrs, Follen, 

Let us with a gladsome mind 

Praise the Lord, for he is kind. — Milton* 



The compiler of these hymns is aware that some of them 
may deserve praise for their simplicity, rather than for 
their poetic meiit. Nothing has been considered by her 
of so much importance, as that the devotional thoughts 
and sentiments expressed should be such as a child might 
enter into and enjoy. Many of the figurative expressions 
in sacred poetry, which to adults convey grand or beauti- 
ful ideas, in the literal apprehension of the minds of child- 
ren, are merely terrifying or grotesque realities. Dogmas 
are, with them, at best mere words, taking the place of 
religion in the young mind. Love, joy, trust, veneration, 
the desire of the helpless, the ignorant, the sinful, for 
strength, for guidance, for protection, for pardon, afford 
abundant materials for sacred poetry, and all these things 
are intelligible and interesting to children. The beautiful 
hymn beginning, " I feel within a want," is a perfect model 
and illustration of what a child's hymn should be. 

Some of the hymns in this collection are well known, 
some others are now published for the first time. The 
natural desire for novelty has been consulted by an en- 
deavor to obtain .such as were comparatively rare 3 but 
none have been admitted without a conscientious refer- 
ence to the capacities and sensibilities of children. With 
this view, a few slight alterations have been made in some 
of the hymns ; but in no instance, it is hoped, at the sacri. 
fice of melody or poetic feeling. 

Entered, according to act of Congress, in the year 1839, 
By Charles Follen, 
In the Clerk's office of the District Court of Massachusetts. 





This is the day when Jesus woke 

From the deep slumbers of the tomb ; 

This is the day the Saviour broke 

The bonds of fear and hopeless gloom. 

This is indeed a holy day ; 

No longer may we dread to die ; 
Let every fear be cast away, 

And tears be wiped from every eye. 

Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew, 
A dark and thorny path he trod ; 

But Heaven was ever in his view, 
That toilsome path led up to God. 

Let every heart rejoice and sing, 
Let every sin and sorrow cease ; 

Let children come this day and bring 
Their offering of love and peace 



Once more the light of day I see; 

Lord, with it let me raise 
My heart and voice in songs to thee 

Of gratitude and praise. 

The u busy bee," ere this hath gone, 

O'er many a bud and bell, 
i'rom flower to flower is humming on, 

To store its waxen cell. 

Oh may I, like the bee, still strive 

Each moment to employ ; 
And store my mind, that richer hive, 

With sweets that cannot cloy. 

The skylark from its lowly nest 

Hath soar'd into the sky, 
And by its joyous song express'd 

Unconscious praise on high. 

My feeble voice and faltering tone 

No tuneful tribute bring ; 
But Thou canst in my heart make known 

What bird can never sing. 

Instruct me, then, to lift my heart 
To Thee in praise and prayer ; 

And love and gratitude impart 
For every good I share. 

Thus let me, Lord, confess the debt 

I owe thee day by day ; 
Nor e'er at night or morn forget 

To thee, O God, to pray. 




The God of heaven is pleas'd to see 

A little family agree ; 
And will not slight the praise they bring 

When loving children join to sing. 

For love and kindness please him more 
Than if we give him all our store ; 

And children here who dwell in love 
Are like his happy ones above. 

Great God ! forgive, whenever we 
Forget thy will and disagree ; 

And grant that each of us may find 
The sweet delight of being kind. 


' Little children come to me/ 
This is what the Saviour said ; 

Little children, come and see, 

Where these gracious words are read. 

Often on these pages look, 

Of the love of God they tell ; 
'Tis indeed a holy book, 

Learn to read and love it well. 

Thus you hear the Saviour speak, 

* Come ye all and learn of me 
He was gentle, lowly, meek, 

So should all his followers be. 



When our Saviour from above, 
From his Father did descend, 

Folded in his arms of love, 

Children knew him for their friend. 

Every little child he bless' d; 

Bless'd in innocence they are ; 
Little children he caress'd : 

Praise him in your infant prayer ! 



Will God, who made the earth and sea, 
The night, and shining day, 

Regard a little child like me, 
And listen when I pray ? 

If I am hungry, poor, and cold, 

Then will he hear my cry ? 
And when I shall be sick and old, 

O, then will God be nigh? 

Yes ; in his holy word we read 

Of his unfailing love ; 
And when his mercy most we need, 

His mercy he will prove. 

To those who seek him, he is near ; 

He looks upon the heart, 
And from the humble and sincere 

He never will depart. 

He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows, 
He hears our faintest prayer ; 


Where'er the faithful Christian goes, 
He finds his Father there. 

Obedient children need not fear, 

God is a faithful friend ; 
And when no other help is near, 

He will deliverance send. 

Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain, 

But fear to disobey 
That power which does your life sustain, 

And guards you every day. 


Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake, and it was done. 

Songs of praise awoke the morn 
When the Prince of Peace was born; 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall hail that day ; 
God will make new heaven and earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

Saints below, with heart and voice 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here, by faith and love 
Songs of praise to sing above. 



Borne upon the latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then amidst eternal joy 
Songs of praise their powers employ. 



God might have made the earth bring forth 

Enough for great and small, 
The Oak tree, and the Cedar tree, 

Without a flower at all. 

He might have made enough, enough 

For every want of ours ; 
For luxury, medicine, and toil, 

And yet have made no flowers. 

The clouds might give abundant rain, 

The nightly dews might fall, 
And the herb that keepeth life in man, 

Might yet have drunk them all. 

Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, 

And dyed with rainbow light, 
All fashioned with supremest grace, 

Up-springing day and night % 

Springing in valleys green and low, 

And on the mountains high ; 
And in the silent wilderness, 

Where no man passes by ? 

Our outward life requires them not, 
Then wherefore had they birth ? 



— To minister delight to man ; 
To beautify the earth ; 

To comfort man — to whisper hope 

Whene'er his faith is dim ; 
For whoso careth for the flowers, 

Will care much more for him ! 


Come let us all with heart and voice 
To God our Father sing and pray, 

In his unceasing love rejoice, 

And thank him for this pleasant day. 

The clear blue sky looks full of love; 

Let all our selfish passions cease ! 
O let us lift our thoughts above, 

.Where all is brightness, goodness, peace. 

If we have done a brother wrong, 

O let us seek to be forgiven ; 
Nor let one discord spoil the song 

Our hearts would raise this day to He'aven. 

This blessed day, when the pure air 
Is full of sweetness, full of joy, 

When all around is calm and fair, 
Shall we the harmony destroy? 

O may it be our earnest care 

To free our souls from every sin ; 

Then will each day be bright and fair, 
For God's pure sunshine dwells within. 


4 %y J • 

a child's evening hymn. 

Before I close my eyes in sleep, 
Lord, hear my evening prayer ; 

And deign a helpless one to keep 
By thy protecting care. 

Though young in years, I have been taught 

Thy name to love and fear, 
Of Thee to think with solemn thought, 

Thy goodness to revere. 

That goodness gives each simple flower 

Its scent and beauty too, 
And feeds it in night's darkest hour 

With heaven's refreshing dew. 

Nor will Thy mercy less delight 

The infant's God to be, 
Who through the long defenceless night 

For safety trusts to Thee. 

The little birds that sing all day 

In many a leafy wood, 
By Thee are clothed in plumage gay, 

•By Thee supplied with food. 

And when at night they cease to sing, 

By Thee protected still, 
Their young ones sleep beneath their wing 

Secure from every ill. 

Thus mayst Thou guard with gracious arm 

The couch whereon I lie, 
And keep a child from every harm 

By Thy all-watchful eye. 


For night and day to Thee are one, 

The helpless are thy care ; 
And we are sure through thy dear Son 

Thou hear'st an infant's prayer. > 


God, that madest earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light! 
Who the day, for toil hast given, 

For rest, the night ! 
May thine angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night ! 


See the soft green willow springing 

Where the waters gently pass ; 
Every way her free arms flinging 
O'er the moss and reedy grass. 
Long ere winter blasts are fled, 
See her tipp'd with vernal red, 
And her kindly flower displayed 
Ere her leaf can cast a shade. 

Though the rudest hand assail her, 
Patiently she droops awhile ; 

But when showers and breezes hail her, 
Wears again her willing smile. 



Thus I learn Contentment's power, 
From the slighted willow bower, 
Ready to give thanks and live 
On the least that Heaven may give. 


Prayer is the souPs sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpress'd ; 
*The motion of a hidden fire, 

That trembles in the breast. 

Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear ; 
The upward glancing of the eye, 

When none but God is near. 

Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try : 
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 

The Majesty on high. 

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
The Christian's native air, 

His watchword at the gate of death : 
He enters heaven by prayer. 

The saints in prayer appear as one, 
In word and deed and mind ; 

While with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 

O thou by whom we come to God, 
The Life, the Truth, the Way, 

The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 



Go to dark Gethsemane, 
Ye that feel temptation's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 
Watch with him one bitter hour. 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

Follow to the judgment hall, 
View the Lord of life arraign'd. 
O the wormwood and the gall ! 
O the pangs his soul sustain'd. 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss, 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

Calvary's mournful mountain climb, 
There, admiring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 
See his sacrifice complete ; 

It is finish'd,' hear him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

Early hasten to the tomb 

Where they laid his breathless clay ; 

All is solitude and gloom ; 

— Who has taken him away ? 

Christ is risen ; he meets our eyes, 

Saviour, teach us so to rise. 


Almighty Father! I am weak, 
But thou wilt strengthen me, 


If from my heart I humbly seek 
For help and light from thee. 

When I am tempted to do wrong, 

Then, Father, pity me, 
And make my failing virtue strong; 

Help me to think of thee ! 

Let Christian courage guard my youth ; 

That courage give to me, 
Which ever speaks and acts the truth, 

And puts its trust in thee. 


God is so good that he will hear 
Whenever children humbly pray; 

He always lends a gracious ear 

To what the youngest child can say. 

His own most holy book declares 
He loves good little children still, 

And that he listens to their pray'rs, 
Just as a tender father will. 

He loves to hear an infant tongue 
Thank him for all his mercies giv y n ; 

And when by babes his praise is sung, 
Their cheerful songs are heard in heav'n. 

Come, then, dear children, trust his word, 
And seek him for your friend and guide ; 

Your little voices will be heard, 
And you shall never be denied. 



See the kind shepherd, Jesus, stands, 
And calls his sheep by name : 

Gathers the feeble in his arms, 
And feeds the tender lamb. 

He '11 lead us to the heavenly streams, 

Where living waters flow : 
And guide us to the fruitful fields, 

Where trees of knowledge grow. 

When wandering from the fold, we leave 
The straight and narrow way, 

Our faithful Shepherd still is near, 
To guide us, lest we stray. 

The feeblest lamb amidst the flock 
Shall be the Shepherd's care ; 

While folded in the Saviour's arm, 
We 5 re safe from every snare. 

4 — 



When for some little insult giv'n, 

My angry passions rise, 
I '11 think how Jesus came from heav'n, 

And bore his injuries. 

He was insulted every day, 

Though all his words were kind ; 

But nothing men could do or say, 
Disturb'd his heav'nly mind. 



Not all the wicked scoffs he heard. 
Against the truths he taught, 

Excited one reviling word, 
Or one revengeful thought. 

And when upon the cross he bled, 

With all his foes in view ; 
" Father, forgive their sin," he said, 

" They know not what they do." 

Dear Jesus, may I learn of thee, 

My temper to amend ; 
But speak the pard'ning word for me, 

Whenever I offend. 


Praise to God, O let us raise 
From our hearts a song of praise ; 
Of that goodness let us sing 
Whence our lives and blessings spring. 

Praise to him who made the light, 
Praise to him who gave us sight, 
Praise to him who form'd the ear ; 
Will he not his children hear ? 

Praise him for our happy hours, 
Praise him for our varied powers, 
For these thoughts that rise above, 
For these hearts he made for love. 

For the voice he placed within, 
Bearing witness when we sin ; 



Praise to him whose tender care 
Keeps this watchful guardian there. 

Praise his mercy, that did send 
Jesus for our guide and friend ; 
Praise him, every heart and voice, 
Him who makes all worlds rejoice. 


Another smiling day 1 see, 
Another day, my God, for thee ; 
To thee may I devote my powers, 
And all these bright and happy hours. 

Another smiling day 1 see ! 
Then let me bend in prayer to thee, 
And thank thee for the tranquil rest, 
The sleep thy guardian care has blest. 

Another smiling day I see, 

And various duties point to thee ; 

Let each devoted action prove 

Thy child's unbounded faith and love. 

When evening's tranquil shades descend, 
With thee this smiling day shall end, 
And still the darker shades of night 
Thy presence, Lord ! shall gild with light. 


When daily I kneel down to pray, 
As I am taught to do, 



God does not care for what I say, 
Unless I feel it too. 

Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile, 

And when I pray or sing, 
I 'm often thinking all the while, 

About some other thing. 

Some idle play, or childish toy, 
Can send my thoughts abroad ; 

Though this should be my greatest joy, 
To love and seek the Lord. 

Oh ! let me never, never dare 

To act the trifler's part, 
Or think that God will hear a pray'r, 

That comes not from the heart. 

But if I make his ways my choice, 

As holy children do, 
Then, while I seek him with my voice, 

My heart will love him too. 

4 - 


When in my heart rise angry thoughts, 
And on my tongue are words unkind, 

With what strong chains, by what blest art, 
Shall I the wrathful spirit bind ? 

How shall I check the passion fierce 
My youthful bosom finds so strong, 

Which bids me utter words that pierce, 
And seek to do my neighbour wrong ? 


Oh meek and peaceful Jesus ! then 
To thee, to thee my soul shall turn ; 

I will look up from earth and men ; 
To copy thee, my soul shall learn. 

Remembering thee, thou gentle one, 
How mildly thou didst bear all wrong ; 

The sin of anger I shall shun, 

Nor find my temper stubborn long. 

A holy spell thy name shall be, 
The memory of thy peaceful life, 

And I will straightway think of thee, 
Whene'er my soul would rise in strife. 


In winter where can be the flowers, 
The leaves that look so green ? 

There 's not a bud in all the bowers, 
Nor daisy to be seen. 

And who will bring them back again, 
When pleasant spring comes out ? 

And plant them up and down the lane, 
And spread them all about ? 

And who will bring the little lambs 

With wool as soft as silk, 
And teach them how to know their dams, 

And where to find the milk 1 

And who will teach the little birds 
To build their nests on high, 



And though they cannot speak in words 
To teach their young to fly 1 

The Lord in heaven — 't is there he dwells 
Who all these things can do ; 

And his own book, the bible, tells 
Much more about him too. 


that it were my chief delight, 
To do the things I ought ! 

Then let me try with all my might, 
To mind what I am taught. 

Whenever I am told to go, 

I '11 cheerfully obey ; \ 
Nor will I mind it much, although 

1 leave a pretty play. 

When I am bid, I '11 freely bring 

Whatever I have got ; 
And never touch a pretty thing, 

If mother tells me not. 

When she permits me I may tell 

About my little toys ; 
But if she's busy or unwell, 

I must not make a noise. 

And when I learn my hymns to say, 
And work and read and spell, 

1 will not think about my play 

But try to do them well. 



For God looks down from heav'n on high, 

Our actions to behold ; 
And he is pleas'd when children try 

To do as they are told. 


How sweet to be allow'd to pray 

To God, the holy One, 
With filial love and trust to say, 

* Father thy will be done/ 

We in these sacred words can find 

A cure for every ill, 
They calm and soothe the troubled mind, 

And bid all care be still. 

O let that will, which gave me breath 

And an immortal soul, 
In joy or grief, in life or death, 

My every wish control. 

O could my heart thus ever pray, 

Thus imitate thy Son ! 
Teach me, O God, with truth to say, 

' Thy will, not mine, be done.' 


Lord, I have pass'd another day, 

And come to thank thee for thy care ; 


Forgive my faults in work and play, 
And listen to my ev'ning pray'r. 

Thy favor gives me daily bread, 

And friends who all my wants supply ; 

And safely now I rest my head, 

Preserv'd and guarded by thine eye. 

Look down in pity, and forgive 
Whatever 1 have done amiss ; 

And help me, ev'ry day I live, 

To serve thee better than in this. 

Now, while I sleep, be pleas'd to take 
A helpless child beneath thy care ; 

And condescend for Jesus' sake, 
To listen to my ev'ning pray'r. 


Hark ! the little birds are singing — 
Winter's gone and summer's near ; 

See the tender grass is springing, 
And the flowers will soon be here. 

Who made the winter and the spring ? 

Who painted all the flowers? 
Who taught the little birds to sing, 

And made these hearts of ours ? 

O !Ct is God ! how good he is ! 

He does every blessing give : 
All thisjiappy world is his — 

Let us love him while we live. 




'Tis Summer — glorious Summer- 
Look to the glad green earth, 
How from her grateful bosom, 
The herb and flower spring forth— 
These are her rich thanksgivings, 
Their incense floats above ! 
Father ! what may we offer ? 
Thy chosen flower — is love I 

'T is Summer, — blessed Summer — ' 
The lofty hills are bright, 
All nature's fountains sparkle — 
Shall ours have lesser light 1 
No ! bid each spirit praise Him 
Who hangs on every tree 
A thousand living lyres, 
Awaking harmony ! 

'T is summer in our bosoms, 
When youthful snares we fly, 
And strength and peace are given,, 
By angel ministry — 
'T is Summer in yon Heaven, 
Where, Teachers, ye shall learn, 
From age to age, the blessedness, 
Your Sabbath work begun I 


In the beauty of holiness worship the Lord ; 
Exalt him, ye nations, and bow to his word ; 


Ye mighty, his power and wisdom proclaim, 
And give him the glory due unto his name. 

It is He that we hear in the storm's wild com- 
motion ; 

And the voice of the Lord is on the wide ocean • 
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his voice, 
While men in his temple adore and rejoice. 

'T is the Lord in the deep rolling thunder we 
hear ; 

While the untrodden wilderness trembles with 
fear ; 

O'er the high tossing billows unseen is his 
way ; 

Him, the floods, and the flames, and the whirl- 
winds obey. 

He spreads o'er his people the wings of his 

And gives them the peace which descends 

from above ; 
Then give him the glory and praise evermore ; 
And join with all nature his name to adore. 


Farewell for a time ! 

Thou hast gone to that clime 
Where sickness and sorrow are o'er. 

We loved thee when here, 

We shed the sad tear, 
To think we shall see thee no more. 



We weep not for thee, 

We remember that he 
Who made little children his care, 

In his own Father-land 

Will reach you his hand, 
And comfort and welcome you there. 

Our tears they will flow ; 

But do we not know 
That thou art releas'd from all pain? 

Then weep not, for he 

Who walk'd on the sea 
Has said we shall all live again. 


Cease, my complaining spirit, cease ; 
Know 5 t is a father's hand you feel ; 
It leads you to the realms of peace, 
It kindly only wounds to heal. 

My father, what a holy joy 
Bursts on the sad, desponding mind, 
To say when fiercest ills annoy, 
1 know my father still is kind. 

This bids each trembling fear be still, 
Checks every murmur, every sigh, 
Patience then waits his sovereign will 
Rejoic'd to live — resign'd to die. 

O blessed ministry of pain, 
To teach the soul its real worth 



To lead it to that source again 
From whence it first deriv'd its birth. 


My God, my strength, my hope, 

On thee 1 cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know thou hear'st my prayer. 

Give me on thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do; 
On thee, Almighty to create, 

Almighty to renew. 

I want a sober mind, 

A self renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 

The baits of pleasing ill ; 

A soul inur'd to pain, 

To hardship, grief and loss, 
Bold to take up, firm to sustain 

The consecrated cross. 

I want a godly fear ; 

A quick discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 

And sees the tempter fly ; 

A spirit still prepar'd, 

And arm'd with jealous care, 
Forever standing on its guard 

And watching unto prayer. 



1 want a true regard, 

A single steady aim, 
Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward, 

To thee, and thy great name ; 

A zealous, just, concern 

For thine immortal praise ; 
A pure desire that all may learn, 

And glorify thy grace. 

I rest upon thy word ; 

The promise is for me : 
My succor and salvation Lord 

Shall surely come from thee ; 

But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove, 
Till thou my patient spirit guide 

Into thy perfect love. 

Great source of being, 
Father all seeing ! 
We bow before thee, 
Our souls adore thee, 
Help us obey thee, 
Guide us aright, 
Keep us, we pray thee, 
Through the long night. 

Thou kind, forgiving 
God of all living, 
Thy power defend us, 



Thy peace attend us, 
While we are closing 
This day in prayer, 
Ever reposing 
Under thy care. 


The bird, let loose in eastern skies, 
When hast'ning fondly home, 

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
Where idle warblers roam. 

But high she shoots through air and light, 

Above all low delay, 
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 

Nor shadow dims her way. 

So grant me, God, from every care 

And stain of passion free, 
Aloft, through virtue's purer air, 

To hold my course to thee. 

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay 
My soul as home she springs ; 

Thy sunshine on her joyful way, 
Thy freedom on her wings. 


The child-like faith that asks not sight, 
Waits not for wonder or for sign, 



Believes because it loves aright, — 
Shall see things greater, things divine. 

Heaven to his gaze shall open wide, 
And brightest angels, to and fro, 

On messages of love shall glide 

'Twixt God above and Christ below. 

So still the guileless man is blest, 

To him all crooked paths are straight, 

Him on his way to endless rest 

Fresh, evergrowing strengths await. 


By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How sweet the lily grows! 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill 

Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

Lo, such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod ; 

Whose secret heart with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay ; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 

Must shortly fade away. 

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 

Of man's maturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 

And stormy passion's rage ! 



O Thou ! who giv'st us life and breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 

To keep us still thine own ! 


The heart of childhood is all mirth : 

We frolic to and fro 
As free and gay as if on earth 

Were no such thing as wo. 

But if indeed with reckless faith 
We trust the nattering voice, 

Which whispers, ' Take thy fill ere death, 
Indulge thee and rejoice ; 1 

Too surely, every setting day, 
Some lost delight we mourn ; 

The flow'rs all die along our way 
Till we, too, die forlorn. 

Who, but a christian, through a life 

That blessing may prolong ? 
Who, through the world's sad day of strife, 

Still chant his morning song ? 

We may look home, and seek in vain 

A fond fraternal heart, 
But Christ has given his promise plain 

To do a brother's part. 


Nor shall dull age, as worldlings say, 
The heavenward flame annoy : 

The Saviour cannot pass away, 
And with him lives our joy. 


Bless'd are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God, 

The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is Christ's abode. 

Still to the lowly soul 
He doth himself impart, 

And for His cradle and His throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 


I feel within a want, 

Forever burning there, 
What I so thirst for, grant, 

thou, who hearest prayer. 

This is the thing I crave, 
A likeness to thy Son ; 

This would I rather have, 
Than call the world my own. 

Like him, now in my youth, 

1 long, O God, to be, 
In tenderness and truth, 

In sweet humility. 


,r Tis my most fervent prayer, 
Be it more fervent still, 

Be it my highest care, 
Be it my settled will ! 


My heavenly Father ! all I see 

Around me and above, 
Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee, 

And speaks thy boundless love. 

The clear blue sky is full of thee, 
The woods so dark and lone ; 

The soft south-wind, the sounding sea, 
Worship the Holy One. 

The humming of the insect throng, 
The prattling, sparkling rill, 

The birds with their melodious song, 
Repeat thy praises still. 

And thou dost hear them every one,- 

Father, thou hearest me ; 
I know that I am not alone, 

When I but think of thee. 


God thou art good ! Each perfumed flower, 
The waving field, the dark green wood, 


The insect fluttering for an hour, 
All things proclaim that God is good. 

I hear it in each breath of wind ; 

The hills that have for ages stood, 
And clouds with gold and silver lin'd, 

All still repeat that God is good. 

Each little rill that many a year 
Has the same verdant path pursued, 

And every bird in accents clear, 
Joins in the song, that God is good. 

The restless sea, with haughty roar, 
Calms each wild wave and billow rude, 

Retreats submissive from the shore, 
And swells the chorus, ' God is good.' 

The countless hosts of twinkling stars, 
That sing his praise with light renew'd 

The rising sun each day declares, 
In rays of glory, God is good. 

The moon, that walks in brightness, says, 
That God is good ! And man, endued 

With power to speak his Maker's praise, 
Should still repeat that God is good. 


Love and kindness we may measure 
By this simple rule alone : 

Do we mind our neighbour's pleasure, 
Just as if it were our own ? 



Let us try to care for others, 
Nor suppose ourselves the best ; 

We should all be friends and brothers ; 
'T was the Saviour's last request. 

His example we should borrow. 
Who descended from above, 

And endur'd such pain and sorrow, 
Out of tenderness and love. 

When the poor are unbefriended, 
When we will not pity lend, 

Christ accounts himselfoffended, 
Who is every creature's friend. 

Let us not be so ungrateful, 
Thus his goodness to reward : 

Selfishness, indeed, is hateful 
In the followers of the Lord. 

When a selfish thought would seize us, 

And our resolution break, 
Let us then remember Jesus, 

And resist it for his sake. 


Blessings on thee, gracious Lord ! 

Every child shall bless thy name, 
For each gentle look or word 

When to thee the children came. 



Happy child, upon whose head, 

As he sat upon thy knee, 
Thy kind hand was softly laid, 

Blessing him— '-how tenderly ! 

Hark ! that voice is rais'd in prayer, 
Which could still the tempest wild ; 

Lo ! that mighty hand is there, 
Laid in blessing on a child. 

Blessings on thee, gracious Lord ! 

Every child shall bless thy name, 
For each gentle look and word, 

When to thee the children came. 


How beautiful the setting sun ! 

The clouds how bright and gay ! 
The stars appearing one by one, 

How beautiful are they ! 

And when the moon climbs up the sky, 

And sheds her gentle light, 
And hangs her crystal lamp on high, 

How beautiful is night 1 

And can it be I am possess'd 

Of something brighter far ? 
Glows there a light within this breast 

Outshining every star ? 

Yes ; should the sun and stars turn pale, 
The mountains melt away, 



This flame within shall never fail, 
But live in endless day. 

This is the soul that God has given, — 

Sin may its lustre dim ; 
While goodness bears it up to heaven, 

And leads it back to him. 


It was my heavenly Father's love 

Brought every being forth : 
He made the shining worlds above, 

And every thing on earth. 

Each lovely flower, the smallest fly, 

The sea the waterfall, 
The bright green fields, the clear blue sky 

'T is God that made them all. 

He gave me all my friends, and taught 

My heart to love them well, 
And he bestowed the power of thought, 

And speech my thoughts to tell. 

My father and my mother dear, — 

He is their father too ; 
He bids me all their precepts hear, 

And all they teach me, do. 

God sees and hears me all the day, 
And 'mid the darkest night ; 


He views me when I disobey, 
And when 1 act aright. 

He guards me with a parent's care, 

When I am all alone : 
My hymn of praise, my humble prayer, 

He hears them every one. 

God hears what I am saying now, 
O ! what a wond'rous thought ! 

My heavenly Father teach me how 
To love thee as I ought. 


Go when the morning shineth, 

Go, when the moon is bright, 
Go, when the eve declineth, 

Go, in the hush of night ; 
Go, with pure mind and feeling, 

Fling earthly thought away, 
And in thy chamber kneeling 

Do thou in secret pray. 

Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee, 
Pray too, for those who hate thee 

If any such there be ; 
Then for thyself in meekness 

A blessing humbly claim, 
And link with each petition 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 




Or, if 't is e'er denied thee 

In solitude to pray, 
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee 

When friends are round thy way ; 
E'en then the silent breathing 

Thy spirit rais'd above 
Will reach His throne of glory 

Who 's mercy, truth, and love. 

Oh ! not a joy nor blessing 

With this can we compare 
The power that he hath giv'n us 

To pour our souls in prayer ! 
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, 

Before his footstool fall, 
Remember, in thy gladness, 

His love who gave thee all. 


As through the pathless fields of air 
Once wandered forth the timid dove, 

So does the heart, in humble prayer, 
Essay to reach the throne of love. 

Like her it may return unblest, 

Like her again may soar, 
And still return and find no rest, 

No peaceful, happy shore. 

But now once more she spreads her wings, 

And Ukes a bolder flight, 
And see ! the olive branch she brings, 

To bless her master's sight. 


And thus the heart renews its strength, 
Though spent and tempest driven, 

And higher soars, and brings at length 
A pledge of peace with heaven. 

Feeble, helpless, how shall I 
Learn to live, and learn to die ? 
Who, O God, ray guide shall be ? 
Who shall lead thy child to thee ? 

Blessed Father, gracious one ! 
Thou hast sent thy holy Son, 
He will give the light I need, 
He my trembling steps will lead. 

Through this world, uncertain, dim, 
Let me ever lean on him ; 
From his precepts, wisdom draw, 
Make his life my solemn law. 

Thus in deed, and thought, and word, 
Led by Jesus Christ, the Lord, 
In my meekness, thus shall I 
Learn to live, and learn to die. 

Learn to live in peace and love, 
Like the perfect ones above, 
Learn to die without a fear, 
Feeling thee my Father, near. 






(Translated from the German.) 

This is the Sabbath day ! 
In the wide field I am alone. 
Hark ! now one morning bell's sweet tone : 

Now it has died away. 

Kneeling I worship Thee ; 
Sweet dread doth o'er my spirit steal 
From whispering sounds of those who kneel 

Unseen to pray with me. 

Around and far away 
So clear and solemn is the sky, 
It seems all opening to my eye ; 

This is the Sabbath day ! 


There is a book, who runs may read, 
Which heavenly truth imparts, 

And all the love its scholars need, 
Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 

The works of God above, below, 

Within us, and around, 
Are pages in that book, to show 

How God himself is found. 

The glorious sky embracing all 

Is like the Maker's love, 
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small 

In peace and order move. 



The dew of Heaven is like His grace, 

It steals in silence down ; 
But where it lights, the favor'd place 

By richest fruits is known. 

One Name, above all glorious names, 
With its ten thousand tongues, 

The everlasting sea proclaims. 
Echoing angelic songs. 

The raging fire, the roaring wind, 
Thy boundless power display; 

But in the gentler breeze we find 
Thy spirit's viewless way. 

Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 
And love this sight so fair, 

Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
And read Thee everywhere. 


Art thou a child of tears, 

Cradled in care and wo ? 
And seems it hard, thy vernal years 

Few vernal joys can show ? 

And fall the sounds of mirth 

Sad on thy lonely heart, 
From all the hopes and charms of earth 

Untimely call'd to part ? 



If thou would'st reap in love, 

First sow in holy fear ; 
So life a winter's morn may prove 

To a bright endless year. 


When a foolish thought within 

Tries to take us in a snare, 
Conscience tells us, " It is sin," 

And entreats us to beware. 

If in something we transgress, 

And are tempted to deny, 
Conscience says, " Your fault confess, 

Do not dare to tell a lie." 

In the morning when we rise, 
And would fain omit to pray, 
Child, consider," Conscience cries ; 
" Should not God be sought to-day ? " 

When, within his holy walls, 

Far abroad our thoughts we send, 

Conscience often loudly calls, 
And entreats us to attend. 

When our angry passions rise, 
Tempting to revenge an ill ; 

" Now subdue it " Conscience cries ; 
" Do command your temper still." 

Thus, without our will or choice, 
This good monitor within, 


With a secret, warning voice, 
Warns us to beware of sin. 

But if we should disregard, 

While this friendly voice would call, 
Conscience soon will grow so hard, 

That it will not speak at all. 


Help me, O God, to trust in thee, 

Thou high and holy One I 
And may my troubled spirit flee 

For rest, to Thee alone. 

In thee alone the soul can find 

Secure and sweet repose ; 
And thou can'st bid the desert mind 

To blossom as the rose. 

Let not this spirit, formed to rise 
Where angels claim their birth, 

Forsake its home beyond the skies, 
And cling to barren earth. 

The bird of passage knows the sign 

That warns him to depart; 
Shall I not heed the voice divine, 

That whispers in my heart, 

' Up ! plume thy wing, soar far away, 

No longer idly roam ! — 
Fly to the realms of endless day ; 

For this is not thy home.' 



This still, small voice, O may I hear ! 

Ere Conscience wakes within, 
And whispers in my startled ear 

The certain doom of sin. 

Father ! to thee my spirit cries ! 

Thy wandering child reclaim. 
Speak ! and my dying faith shall rise, 

And wake a deathless flame. 

How blest the righteous when he dies ! 

When sinks a weary soul to rest. 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 

How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 

So fades a summer cloud away, 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, 

So gently shuts the eye of day. 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys; 
Nothing disturbs that peace profound 

Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 

Life's duty done, as sinks the day, 
Light from its load the spirit flies; 

While heaven and earth combine to say, 
' How blest the righteous when he dies.' 





Heaven is a place of rest from sin, 
But all who hope to enter there, 

Must here that holy course begin, 

Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 

Clean hearts, O God, in us create, 
Right spirits, Lord, in us renew ; 

Commence we now that higher state, 
Now do thy will as angels do. 

In Jesus' footsteps may we tread, 
Learn every lesson of his love ; 

And be from grace to glory led, 

From heaven below, to heaven above. 


How sweet upon this sacred day, 

The best of all the seven, 
To cast our earthly thoughts away, 

And think of God and Heaven. 

How sweet to be allowed to pray 

Our sins may be forgiven ; 
With filial confidence to say, 

' Father, who art in Heaven ; ? 

With humble hope to bend the knee, 
And, free from folly's leaven, 

Confess that we have strayed from thee, 
Thou righteous Judge in Heaven. 



And if to make all sin depart ; 

In vain the will has striven, 
He who regards the inmost heart 

Will send his grace from Heaven. 

If from the bosom that is dear 
By cold unkindness driven, 

The heart that knows no refuge here 
Shall find a friend in Heaven. 

Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, 

The best of all the seven, 
When hearts unite, their vows to pay 

Of gratitude to Heaven. 

As infants once to Christ were brought, 
That he might bless them there, 

So now we little children ought 
To seek the same by prayer. 

For when their feeble hands were spread, 

And bent each infant knee, 
" Forbid them not," the Saviour said ; 

And so he says for me. 

Though now he is not here below, 

But on his heavenly hill, 
To him may little children go, 

And seek a blessing still. 

Well pleas'd that little flock to see, 
The Saviour kindly smil'd ; 



Oh, then, he will not frown on me 
Because I am a child : 

For as so many years ago 
Poor babes his pity drew, 

I 'm sure he will not let me go 
Without a blessing too. 

Then while, this favor to implore, 
My little hands are spread, 

Do thou thy sacred blessing pour, 
Dear Jesus, on my head. 


Stars, that on your wond'rous way, 
Travel through the ev'ning sky, 

Is there nothing you can say, 
To a child so small as I ? 

Tell me, for I long to know, 

Who has made you sparkle so ? 

" Yes/' methinks I hear you say, 
" Child of mortal race, attend, 

While we run our wond'rous way, 
Listen ! we would be your friend, 

Teaching you the name Divine, 

By whose mighty word we shine. 

" Child, as truly as we roll, 
" Through the dark and distant sky, 
You have an immortal soul, 
Born to live when we shall die. 


Suns and planets pass away, 
Spirits never can decay. 

" When some thousand years at most, 
All their little time have spent, 

One by one our sparkling host, 
Shall forsake the firmament ; 

We shall from our glory fall ; 

You must live beyond us all. 

" Yes, and God, who bade us roll, 
God, who hung us in the sky, 

Stoops to watch an infant's soul, 
With a condescending eye, 

And esteems it dearer far, 

More in value than a star ! 

" O thea, while your breath is giv'n, 
Pour it out in fervent pray'r, 

And beseech the God of heav'n, 
To receive your spirit there; 

As a living star to blaze 

Ever to your Saviour's praise." 


God, who dwellest every where, 
God, who makest all thy care, 
God, who hearest every prayer, 

Thou who seest the heart ; 
Thou to whom we lift our eyes, 
Father, help our souls to rise, 
And, beyond these narrow skies, 

See thee as thou art. 


Let our anxious thoughts be still, 
Holy trust adore thy will, 
Holy love our bosoms fill, 

Let our songs ascend. 
Dearest friends may parted be, 
All our earthly treasures flee, 
Yet we never part from thee, 

Our eternal Friend. 


See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
With all-engaging charms ; 

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms. 

Permit them to approach, he cries, 
Nor scorn their humble name, 

For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
The Lord of angels came. 

Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ; 

Ye children, seek his face ; 
And fly with transport to receive 

The blessings of his grace. 


Was not our Lord a little child, 
Taught by degrees to pray, 

By father dear and mother mild, 
Instructed day by day ? 



And loved he not of Heaven to talk 

With children in his sight, 
To meet them in his daily walk, 

And to his arms invite ? 

Yet is he near us, to survey 
These bright and ordered files, 

Like spring-flowers in their best array, 
All silence and all smiles. 

Save that each little voice in turn 
Some glorious truth proclaims — 

What sages would have died to learn, 
Now taught by cottage dames. 

And if some tones be false or low, 
What are all prayers beneath 

But cries of babes that cannot know 
Half the deep thoughts they breathe. 


Before I close my eyes to night 
Let me myself these questions ask, 

Have I endeavored to do right, 
Nor thought my duty was a task ? 

Have I been gentle, lowly, meek, 

And the small voice of conscience heard ? 

When passion tempted me to speak 
Have I repress' d the angry word? 

Have I with cheerful zeal obey'd 
What my kind parents bid me do ? 



And not by word or action said 

The thing that was not strictly true ? 

In hard temptation's troubled hour 

Then have 1 stopped to think and pray, 

That God would give my soul the power, 
To chase the sinful thought away? 

Oh, Thou ! who seest all my heart, 
Wilt thou forgive and love me still, 

Wilt thou to me new strength impart, 
And make me love to do thy will. 


To prayer, to prayer ! for the morning breaks, 
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes; 
His light is on all below and above, 
The light of gladness, and life, and love. 
O, then, on the breath of this early air, 
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. 

To prayer ! for the glorious sun is gone, 
And the gathering darkness of night comes 
on ; 

Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows, 
To shade the couch where his children re- 

Then kneel whilst the watching stars are bright 
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of 

To prayer ! for the day that God has blest 
Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest. 


It speaks of Creation's early bloom ; 

It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb. 
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers, 
And give to heaven the hallowed hours. , 

Kneel down at the couch of departing faith, 
And hear the last words the believer saith. 
He hath bidden farewell to his earthly 

There is peace in his eye that upward bends ; 
There is peace in his calm confiding air; 
For his last thoughts are God's, his last words 


From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
Let the Redeemer's praise be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 

Eternal truth attends thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 

Till suns shall rise and set no more. 



Almighty Father, . . . E. L. Follen. 13 
Another smiling day. . Monthly Repository. 17 
Art thou a child of tears. . . . Keble. 
As infant's once. . Hymns for infant minds. 
As through the pathless. . . E. L. Follen. 
Before 1 close my eyes in sleep. . B. Barton. 
Before I close my eyes tonight. E. L. Follen. 
Blessed are the pure. . . . . Keble. 

W. H. Furness. 

Blessings on thee. • 
By cool Siloam's. 
Cease my complaining. . 
Come let us all with heart. . 
Farewell for a time. 
Feeble, helpless. 
From all that dwell. 
God is so good. . Hymns for Infant Minds. 
God might have made. . . Mary Howitt. 
God that madest. 
Go to dark Gethsemane. 
Great source of being. 
God, thou art good. 
Go when the morning shineth 
God who dwellest. . 
Hark ! the little birds. . 
Heaven is a place. 
Kelp me, O God. 
How beautiful. .... E.L. Follen. 
How blest the righteous. . . Mrs. Barbauld. 

Bishop Heber. 
. E.L. Follen. 

E. L. Follen. 
. E. L. Follen. 
W. H, Furness. 


Bishop Heber. 

. E. L. Follen. 

E. L. Follen. 
Service Book. 

E. L. Follen. 

E. L. Follen. 


E. L. Follen. 





How sweet to be. 
How sweet upon. 
In winter where. 

E. L. Follen. 21 
E. L. Follen. 45 
Anon* 19 

I feel within. . . . . W. H. Furness. 31 

It was my heavenly father's. . . E. L. Follen. 36 

Little children come. . . . E. L. Follen. 5 

Love and kindness. Hymns for Infant Minds. 33 

Lord I have passed. Hymns for Infant Minds. 21 

My God, my strength, . Wesley's Collection. 26 

My heavenly father. . . . E. L. Follen. 32 

Once more the light. B. Barton. 4 

O that it were. . Hymns for Infant Minds. 2(T 

Praise to God. . . . . E. L. Follen. 16 

Prayer is the soul's. . . . Montgomery. 12 

See the soft green. .... Keble. 11 

See the kind. i Service Book. 15 

See Israel's gentle. .... DoddriDge. 49 

Songs of praise Montgomery. 7 

Stars that on your. Hymns for Infant Minds. 47 

The heart of childhood. . . . Keble. 30 

The bird let loose. .... T. Moore. 28 

There is a book. ..... Keble. 40 

This is the day E. L. Follen. 3 

This is the Sabbath. Uhland ; ts. by E. L. Follen. 40 

The God of heaven. Hymns for Infant Minds. 5 

? T is summer. .... Louisa Simes. 23 

The child-like faith Keble. 28 

To prayer, to praj er. . . . H. Ware, Jr. 51 

Will God who made. . . . E. L. Follen. 5 

When for some. . Hymns for Infant Minds. 15 

When daily I kneel. [Hymns for Infant Minds. 17 

When in my heart. . Monthly Repository. 18 

When a foolish thought. Hymns for Infant Minds. 42 

Was not our Lord. ...... 49 

In the beauty, 

E. L. Follen. 23 











Come to the house of prayer, 

O thou afflicted, come ; 
The God of peace shall meet thee there, 

He makes that house his home. 

Come to the house of praise, 

Ye who are happy now ; 
In sweet accord your voices raise, 

In kindred homage bow. 

Ye young, before his throne, 
Come, bow ; your voices raise ; 

Let not your hearts his praise disown, 
Who gives the power to praise. 

Thou, whose benignant eye 

In mercy looks on all ; 
Who see'st the tear of misery, 

And hear'st the mourner's call ; 

Up to thy dwelling-place 

Bear our frail spirits on, 
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, 

And heaven on earth be won. 



Sweet is the task, O Lord, 

Thy glorious acts to sing, 
To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 

And grateful offerings bring. 

Sweet at the dawning hour, 

Thy boundless love to tell ; 
And when the night-wind shuts the flower, 

Still on the theme to dwell. 

Sweet, on this day of rest, 

To join, in heart and voice, 
With those who love and serve Thee best, 

And in thy name rejoice. 

To songs of praise and joy 

Be every sabbath given, 
That such may be our blest employ 

Eternally in heaven. 


Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; 
Scatter my sins like morning dew; 
Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with Thyself my spirit fill. 

Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
All I design, or do, or say ; 


That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 


The spacious firmament on high, 

With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 

Their great Original proclaim. 

The unwearied sun, from day to day, 

Doth his Creator's power display ; 

And publishes to every land 

The work of an Almighty hand. 

Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth : 
Whilst all the stars which round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball, 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
Forever singing, as they shine — 
* The hand that made us is Divine.' 




The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering steps he leads ; 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

Though in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill ; 
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 


god's protection. 

When all thy mercies, O my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 

In wonder, love and praise. 

Unnumbered comforts on my sou] 
Thy tender care bestowed, 

Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 

That tastes those gifts with joy. 

Through every period of my life 
Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 

And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 


Teach me, my God and King, 
In all things Thee to see ; 

And what I do in any thing, 
To do it as for thee. 

To scorn the senses' sway, 
While still to thee I tend : 

In all I do be Thou the way, 
In all be Thou the end. 


Christ's message. 

Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! 

The Saviour promised long ! 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 

And every voice a song. 

He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray ; 
And on the eye-balls of the blind 

To pour celestial day. 

He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure ; 
And with the treasure of his grace 

Enrich the humble poor. 

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 

And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With the beloved name. 

the Messiah's kingdom. 

Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! 

Let earth receive her king ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 

And heaven and nature sing. 

Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ! 

'Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains 

Repeat the sounding joy. 


No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 

As far as sin is found. 

He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 

And wonders of his love. 


Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope and be undismayed ; 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, 

God shall lift up thy head. 

Through waves, through clouds and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou his time, so shall the night 

Soon end in joyous day. 

He everywhere hath rule, 

And all things serve his might ; 

His every act pure blessing is, 
His path unsullied light. 

Thou comprehend'st him not ; 

Yet earth and heaven tell, 
God sits as sovereign on the throne ; 

He ruleth all things well. 



While Thee I seek, protecting Power ! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 

Thy love the powers of thought bestowed — 
To Thee my thoughts would soar ; 

Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed — 
That mercy I adore ! 

In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 

Because conferred by Thee. 

In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 

Or seek relief in prayer. 


W 7 hat conscience dictates to be done, 

Or warns me not to do, 
This teach me, more than hell, to shun, 

That, more than heaven, pursue. 

If I am right, thy grace impart 

Still in the right to stay ; 
If I am wrong, O teach my heart 

To find that better way. 


Save me alike from foolish pride, 

Or impious discontent, 
At aught thy wisdom has denied, 

Or aught thy goodness lent. 

This day be bread and peace my lot ; 

But all beneath the sun 
Thou know'st if best bestowed or not ; 

And let thy will be done. 

To Thee, whose temple is all space, 
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, s 

One chorus let all beings raise, 
All nature's incense rise. 


As the sun's enlivening eye 
Shines on every place the same ; 
So the Lord is always nigh 
To the souls that love his name. 

For a season called to part, 
Let us then ourselves commend 
To the gracious eye and heart 
Of our ever-present Friend. 

Father, hear our humble prayer ! 
Tender shepherd of thy sheep, j 
Let thy mercy and thy care 
All our souls in safety keep. 

In thy strength may we be strong ; 
Sweeten every cross and pain; 


Give us, if we live, ere long, 
Here to meet in peace again. 


O God ! I thank Thee that the night 
In peace and rest hath passed away ; 
And that I see, in this fair light, 
My Father's smile, that makes it day. 

Be thou my Guide, and let me live 
As under thine all-seeing eye : 
Supply my wants, my sins forgive, 
And make me happy when I die. 


Another day its course hath run, 
And still, O God, thy child is blest ; 
For Thou hast been by day my sun, 
And Thou wilt be by night my rest. 

Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close ; 
And now, when all the world is still, 
I give my body to repose, 
My spirit to my Father's will. 




Glad hearts to Thee we bring, 
With joy thy name we sing, 

Father above ; 
Creation praises Thee, • 
O'er all around we see 

Tokens of love. 

Thou who in heaven art, 
To us that grace impart 

Our Master knew ; 
Aid us like him to live, 
To Thee our young hearts give, 

Thou only true. 

Unite our souls in love, 
Smile on us from above, 

'Till life be o'er ; 
Then gather us to Thee, 
In thine own fold to be 



We come, great God, with gladness, 
Our humble thanks to bring ; 
With hearts yet free from sadness, 
Our hymns of praise we sing. 




Health, peace, and joy attend us, 
Kind friends are ever near ; 
And Thou, Oh God, dost send us, 
These gifts, these friends, so dear. 

And now in childhood's morning, 
Our hymns to Thee we raise ; 
Thy love, our lives adorning, 
Shall fill our hearts with praise. 
Thy will henceforth forever 
Shall be our constant guide ; 
From that straight path, oh, never 
May our footsteps turn aside. 


God! our Father, our Preserver. 

Guide and Guardian of our youth ; 
We adore, with grateful fervor, 

Thy enduring love and truth. 

Thou, O Father, showerest kindly 
Gifts unnumbered on our days ; 

May we ne'er o'erlook them blindly, 
May we ne'er forget thy praise. 

Life and health in full enjoyment, 
Active minds and senses free, 

All which gives our powers employment, 
Heavenly Parent, come from Thee. 

Ever, Father, we adore Thee 

For the bounties thou hast given ; 

May these blessings, we implore Thee, 
Fit us for our home in heaven. 



Come to God's altar ! oh, draw near ! 
In trusting love, in humble fear ; 
He calls thee now his face to meet. 
Then haste and bow thee at his feet. 

Come to God's altar ! oh, draw near ! 
And gladly come ! for God is here ; 
Come at the call of that kind voice, 
That bids thee in his love rejoice. 

Come to God's altar ! oh, draw near ! 
With grateful praises gather here ; 
Your Father calls, — your Maker, Friend ; 
Oh come ! and in His presence bend. 


Lord ! teach my heart to learn, 
Prepare my 'ears to hear, 
And let me on this holy day 
Thy holy word revere. 

If unforgiven sin 
Within my bosom lies ; 
Or evil motives linger there, 
To offend thy perfect eyes ; 

Remove them far away ; 
Instruct me in thy love ; 
That I may walk with Thee below, 
And live with Thee above. 




Lord ! may this little band 
Find favor in thy sight ; 
We seek for thine Almighty hand, 
To guide our steps aright. 

Wilt Thou forgive each sin, 
Reclaim us when astray ; 
Oh guide our wandering footsteps in 
Thy pure and holy way. 


My Father, God, — the mighty One, 
Who built the earth, who made the sun, — 
Yet makes the smallest child His care, 
And listens to its faintest prayer. 

Angels are round about his throne ; 
Yet all my wants to Him are known : 
Unnumber'd worlds his power obey ; 
Yet He upholds me in my way. 

How wond'rous this, how far above 
All other power, all other love. 
How shall a child such love repay ? 
That very love hath told the way. 

I must think much of God ; must give 
Him daily thanks; must learn to live 
As He commands ; and seek and pray 
To know the right, the heavenly way. 


O Thou ! whose constant love has shed 
Unnumbered blessings round my head ; 

Whose goodness and whose mighty power 
Guard and defend me every hour ; 

To Thee I come, in humble prayer, 
To ask for thy continued care. 

Father ! I know the hour shall come, 
When Thou shalt call thy children home 

May I so live through joy or wo, 
So do my duty here below, 

That when my time on earth shall cease, 
I may enjoy eternal peace. 

To Thee I come without one fear ; 

I know that Thou dost always hear ; 
That Thou art ready to forgive, 

And lead me as I ought to live ; 
If I but seek to do thy will, 

Thou art my watchful guardian still. 


Oh may we never, Lord, in youth 
Thy heavenly precepts disobey ; 
Or leave the pleasant path of truth, 
In sin's deceitful ways to stray. 

So shalt thou grant thy children strength 
The varied ills of life to bear ; 
Receive our souls in heaven at length, 
To live with Thee forever there. 



Earth is the school where I must learn 

To do my Father's will, 
That when he calls me to return, 

I may be with him still. 

Here I must purify my heart, 

My selfishness subdue ; 
Father, thy gracious aid impart, 

My strength, my power renew. 

That I may pure and holy rise 

To meet a Father's love, 
Far, far beyond the starry skies, 

In that bright home above. 


Father ! I love to read of Thee, 
And learn of heaven above ; 

To hear what Thou hast done for me, 
By thy unceasing love. 

To think that all this world contains 
Was made and formed by Thee ; 

And yet the Power which all sustains 
Has thought and care for me. 

That Thou art ever kind and good, 
My constant blessings prove ; 

My home, my friends, my daily food, 
Speak thy unfailing love. 


Father ! I know each living thing 
Should sing its Maker's praise ; 

O let me then my tribute bring, 
And swell these sacred lays. 


Grant us, Lord, thy choicest blessing, 
Smile on all our efforts here ; 
Oh forgive us, though transgressing ; 
May we each thy favor share. 

When exposed to life's temptation, 
Guide us safe from every snare ; 
Keep us, Lord, by thy salvation, 
Guard us with thy watchful care. 


Grateful thanks, before we part, 
Father ! rise from every heart, 
For this blessed season, given 
To prepare our souls for heaven. 

Give the teachings of this hour 
O'er our lives a guiding power ; 
Deep impress each saving truth 
On the wavering heart of youth. 

Guide and guardian be to each, 
Till that safer home we reach, 
Where — sweet sabbaths never o'er 
We shall meet, and part no more. 



Another day its course has run . 

. 66 

As the sun's enlivening eye 


Awake, my soul, and with the sun 

. 58 

Come to God's altar, draw near 

. 69 

Come to the house of prayer . 


Earth is the school where I must learn . 

. 72 

Father ! I love to read of Thee 


Give to the winds thy fears . . , 

. 6 S 

Glad hearts to Thee we bring 


God ! our Father, our Preserver 

. 63 

Grant us, Lord, Thy choicest blessing 


Grateful thanks before we part . 

. 73 

Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes 


Joy to the world ! the Lord has come . 

. 62 

Lord ! may this little band 


Lord ! teach my heart to learn 

. 69 

My Father, God, — the mighty One . 

. 70 

God ! I thank Thee that the night 


Oh may we never, Lord, in youth 


Oh Thou ! whose constant love has shed 

. 71 

Sweet is the task, Lord 

. 58 

Teach me, my God and king . . 


The Lord my pasture shall prepare 


The spacious firmament on high 

. 59 

We come, great God, with gladness 


What conscience dictates to be done . 

, 64 

When all thy mercies, my God 


While Thee I seek, protecting Power 

. 64 






O come, let us sing unto the Lord ; let us 
make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. 

Let us come before his presence with thanks- 
giving ; and make a joyful noise unto him with 

For the Lord is a great God, and a great 
King above all gods. 

In his hand are the deep places of the 
earth ; the strength of the hills is his also. 

The sea is his, and he made it ; and his 
hands formed the dry land. 

O come, let us worship and bow down ; let 
us kneel before the Lord our Maker. 

For he is our God ; and we are the people 
of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. — 
Psalm xcv. 


In the beginning God created the heaven 
and the earth. 

And the earth was without form and void, 
and darkness was upon the face of the deep. 
And the spirit of God moved upon the face of 
the waters. 


And God said, Let there be light ; and there 
was light. And God saw the light, that it 
was good. 

And God called the light, day ; and the 
darkness he called night. 

And God said, Let there be a firmament in 
the midst of the waters, and let it divide the 
waters from the waters : and it was so. 

And God called the firmament, heaven. 

And God said, Let the waters under the 
heaven be gathered together unto one place, 
and let the dry land appear : and it was so. 

And God called the dry land earth, and the 
gathering together of the waters called he 
seas. And God saw that it was good. 

And God said, Let the earth bring forth 
grass, the herb yielding seed and the fruit-tree 
yielding fruit after its kind : and it was so. 
And God saw that it was good. 

And God made two great lights ; the great- 
er light to rule the day, and the lesser light to 
rule the night ; he made the stars also. And 
God saw that it was good. 

And God created great whales, and every 
living creature that moveth, which the waters 
brought forth abundantly after their kind, and 
every winged fowl after his kind. And God 
saw that it was good. 

And God made the beast of the earth after 
his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every 
thing that creepeth upon the earth after his 
kind. And God saw that it was good. 


And God said, Let us make man in our im- 
age, after our likeness. 

So God created man in his own image, in 
the image of God created he him ; male and 
female created he them. 

And God blessed them, and God said unto 
them, Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish 
the earth, and subdue it. 

And God saw every thing that he had made, 
and behold it was very good. — Genesis i. 


And God spake all these words, saying, 

I am the Lord thy God, which have brought 
thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the 
house of bondage. 

Thou shalt have no other gods before me. 

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven 
image, or any likeness of any thing that is in 
heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, 
or that is in the water under the earth ; thou 
shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve 
them. For I the Lord thy God am a jealous 
God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon 
the children unto the third and fourth genera- 
tion of them that hate me ; and showing mer- 
cy unto thousands of them that love me, and 
keep my commandments. 

Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord 
thy God in vain. For the Lord will not hold 
him guiltless that taketh his name in vain, 


Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy. 
Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work ; 
but the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord 
thy God ; in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, 
nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, 
nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy 
stranger that is within thy gates. For in six 
days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, 
and all that in them is, and rested the seventh 
day ; wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath 
day, and hallowed it. 

Honor thy father and thy mother ; that thy 
days may be long upon the land which the 
Lord thy God giveth thee. 

Thou shalt not kill. 

Thou shalt not commit adultery. 

Thou shalt not steal. 

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy 

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, 
thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor 
his man-servant, nor his maid -servant , nor his 
ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neigh- 
bor's. — Exodus xx. 


The heavens declare the glory of God ; and 
the firmament sheweth his handy-work. 

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night 
unto night sheweth knowledge. 

There is no speech nor language, their 


voice is not heard ; yet their sound is gone out 
through all the earth, and their words to the 
end of the world. 

In them hath he set a tabernacle for the 
sun; which is as a bridegroom coming out of 
his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to 
run a race. 

His going forth is from the end of the heav- 
en, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and 
there is nothing hid from the heat thereof. 

The law of the Lord is perfect, converting 
the soul : the testimony of the Lord is sure, 
making wise the simple : 

The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoic- 
ing the heart : the commandment of the Lord 
is pure, enlightening the eyes : 

The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for- 
ever : the judgments of the Lord are true and 
righteous altogether. 

More to be desired are they than gold, yea 
than much fine gold ; sweeter also than honey 
and the honey-comb. 

Moreover, by them is thy servant warned : 
and in keeping of them there is great reward. 

Who can understand his errors? Cleanse 
thou me from secret faults. 

Keep back thy servant also from presump- 
tuous sins ; let them not have dominion over 
me : then shall I be upright, and I shall be in- 
nocent from the great transgression. 

Let the words of my mouth, and the medi- 
tation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, 
O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer. — 
Psalm xix. 



O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known 

Thou knowest my down-setting and mine 
up-rising j thou understandest my thought 
afar off. 

Thou compassest my path, and my lying- 
down, and art acquainted with all my ways. 

For there is not a word in my tongue but 
lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. 

Thou hast beset me behind and before ; and 
laid thine hand upon me. 

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; 
it is high, I cannot attain unto it. 

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or 
whither shall I flee from thy presence ? 

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there ; 
if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art 

If I take the wings of the morning and 
dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even 
there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand 
shall hold me. 

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover 
me, even the night shall be light about me. 

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee ; 
but the night shineth as the day ; the dark- 
ness and the light are both alike to thee. 

Search me, O God, and know my heart; 
try me, and know my thoughts ; and see if there 
be any wicked way in me : and lead me in the 
way everlasting. — Psalm cxxxix. 



Let not your heart be troubled \ ye believe 
in God, believe also in me. 

In my Father's house are many mansions ; 
if it were not so, I would have told you. I go 
to prepare a place for you. 

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I 
will come again and receive you unto myself, 
that where 1 am, there ye may be also. 

And whither I go ye know, and the way ye 

Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not 
whither thou goest ; and how can we know 
the way 1 

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, and 
the truth, and the life ; no man cometh unto 
the Father but by me. 

If ye had known me, ye should have known 
my Father also; and from henceforth ye know 
him, and have seen him. 

Philip saith unto him, Lord, show us the 
Father, and it sufficeth us. 

Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long 
time with you, and yet hast thou not known 
me, Philip ? He that hath seen me, hath seen 
the Father; and how say est thou then, Show 
us the Father 1 

Believest thou not, that I am in the Father, 
and the Father in me ? The words that I 
speak unto you, I speak not of myself ; but 
the Father that dwelleth in me, he doeth the 



Believe me, that I am in the Father, and 
the Father in me ; or else believe me for the 
very works' sake. 

If ye love me, keep my commandments. — 
John xiv. 


And seeing the multitudes, he went up into 
a mountain : and when he was set, his disci- 
ples came unto him ; 

And he opened his mouth, and taught them ; 

Blessed are the poor in spirit ; for theirs is 
the kingdom of heaven. 

Blessed are they that mourn ; for they shall 
be comforted. 

Blessed are the meek ; for they shall inherit 
the earth. 

Blessed are they who do hunger and thirst 
after righteousness ; for they shall be filled. 

Blessed are the merciful ; for they shall ob- 
tain mercy. 

Blessed are the pure in heart ; for they shall 
see God. 

Blessed are the peace-makers ; for they shall 
be called the children of God. 

Blessed are they who are persecuted for 
righteousness' sake ; for theirs is the kingdom 
of heaven. — Matthew v. 



Ask, and it shall be given you ; seek, and 
ye shall find ; knock, and it shall be opened 
unto you. 

For every one that asketh receiveth ; and he 
that seeketh findeth ; and to him that knock- 
eth it shall be opened. 

What man is there of you, who, if his son 
ask bread, will give him a stone ; or if he ask 
a fish, will give him a serpent 1 

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good 
gifts unto your children, how much more shall 
your Father who is in heaven give good things 
to them that ask him. 

Therefore, all things whatsoever ye would 
that men should do to you, do ye even so to 
them : for this is the law and the prophets. 

Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is 
the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to 
destruction ; and many there be who go in 
thereat : 

Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the 
way, which leadeth unto life ; and few there 
be that find it. 

Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, 
Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven ; 
but he that doeth the will of my Father who is 
in heaven. 

Therefore, whosoever heareth these sayings 
of mine and doeth them, I will liken him unto 
a wise man, who built his house upon a rock : 

And the rain descended, and the floods came, 


and the winds blew and beat upon that house ; 
and it fell not, for it was founded upon a rock. 

And every one that heareth these sayings of 
mine and doeth them not, shall be likened 
unto a foolish man, who built his house upon 
the sand : 

And the rain descended, and the floods 
came, and the winds blew and beat upon that 
house ; and it fell, and great was the fall of 
it. — Matthew vii. 


And behold, a certain lawyer stood up and 
tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do 
to inherit eternal life ? 

Jesus said unto him, What is written in the 
law? how readest thou ? 

And he answering said, Thou shalt love 
the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with 
all thy sovd, and with all thy strength, and with 
all thy mind ; and thy neighbor as thyself. 

And he said unto him, Thou hast answered 
right ; this do, and thou shalt live. 

But he, willing to justify himself, said unto 
Jesus, And who is my neighbor? 

And Jesus answering said, A certain man 
went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell 
among thieves, who stripped him of his rai- 
ment, and wounded him, and departed leaving 
him half dead. 

And by chance there came down a certain 


priest that way ; and when he saw him, he 
passed by on the other side. 

And likewise a Levite, when he was at the 
place, came and looked on him, and passed 
by on the other side. 

But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, 
came where he was ; and when he saw him, 
he had compassion on him, and went to him, 
and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and 
wine, and set him on his own beast, and 
brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 

And on the morrow, when he departed, he 
took out two pence and gave them to the host, 
and said unto him, Take care of him, and 
whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come 
again I will repay thee. 

Which now of these three, thinkest thou, 
was neighbor unto him that fell among the 
thieves ? 

And he said, He that showed mercy on him. 
Then said Jesus unto him, Go and do 
thou likewise. — Luke x. 


I beseech you therefore, by the mercies of 
God, that ye present your bodies a living sac- 
rifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is 
your reasonable service. 

And be not conformed to this world : but 
be ye transformed by the renewing of your 
mind, that ye may prove what is that good and 
acceptable and perfect will of God. 


Let love be without dissimulation. 

Abhor that which is evil; cleave" to that 
which is good. 

Be kindly affectioned one to another, with 
brotherly love ; in honor preferring one an- 
other ; 

Not slothful in business ; fervent in spirit ; 
serving the Lord ; rejoicing in hope ; patient 
in tribulation ; continuing instant in prayer. 

Bless them who persecute you ; bless, and 
curse not. 

Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep 
with them that weep. 

Be of the same mind one toward another. 
Mind not high things, but condescend to men 
of low estate. Be not wise in your own con- 

Recompense to no man evil for evil. 

Provide things honest in the sight of all men. 

If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, 
live peaceably with all men. 

Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil 
with good. — Romans xii. 


[In using these prayers, it is intended that each sen- 
tence should be separately read by the superintend- 
ent, and repeated by the children.] 

Our Father who art in heaven ! Hallowed be 
thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be 
done on earth as it is heaven. Give us this 
day our daily bread. Forgive us our trespasses, 
as we forgive those who trespass against us. 
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from 
evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, 
and the glory, forever. Amen. 


Our Father who art in heaven ! We worship 
Thee, who art the Greatest and Best of beings. 
We rejoice to call Thee our Father. May we 
live as thy children should always live. Fill 
our hearts with reverence and trust. Dispose 
us to do thy will, and deliver us from the evil 
that is in the world. We thank Thee that 
thou hast sent Jesus Christ to be our teacher 
and friend. May we learn of him, and try to be 
like him. May we have peace and joy through 
obedience to his instructions. We thank Thee 
that we meet here this morning to be made 


wiser and better. Do thou help us to do 
right here and every where. Forgive, O God, 
all that has been wrong in us. And hear us in 
our prayers for thine own goodness' sake. 


O God! We thank Thee for this day. The 
sun as it shines, tells us that thou art good. 
The air that we breathe is thy gift. Our bod- 
ies are thine, for Thou hast made them. Our 
souls are thine, for Thou hast given us under- 
standing. All that we enjoy comes from Thee. 
Thanks be to Thee, oh our Father, for all thy 
blessings. May we love Thee, whose love to 
us is so constant ; and as we love Thee, may 
we become obedient to thy will. We thank 
Thee for making known to us thy will by 
Jesus Christ, thy dear Son. Oh may we keep 
his commandments, and so please Thee, his 
Father and our Father. Through him we 
have learned to pray, that Thou wilt forgive 
our sins ; forgive Thou them for thy mercy's 
sake. Heavenly Father, we implore thy 
blessing upon this school. May we here be 
guided in ways of wisdom and happiness. 
Viet thy favor rest upon us. And thine be all 
the glory. Amen. 


Our Father who art in heaven ! We seek 
Thee in prayer. Let us come to thee in filial 


reverence and love. We desire to feel that 
Thou art with us, though we see Thee not. 
Thou art a spirit, and they who worship Thee 
must worship Thee in spirit and in truth. 
We would bring to Thee spiritual homage and 
bow down our souls before Thee. May thy 
greatness fill us with awe, while thy goodness 
shall inspire us with an humble confidence. 
Banish Thou from our minds all unbelief, 
and save us from forgetfulness of Thee. Make 
us thy dear children, who shall delight to 
think of Thee, and shall always trust in thy 
care. We are glad and thankful that Jesus 
Christ came to teach us how great and good 
Thou art. May his words abide with us, and 
his spirit of filial piety be ours. May we here 
learn to understand and treasure up what he 
said, and be led to copy his example ; that so 
we may dwell with him forever, in thy holy 
and blissful presence. Amen. 


God of love ! We thank Thee that another 
morning has called us from our homes to this 
place. We thank Thee for our homes, for 
our tender parents, for our kind friends, for all 
who love us, and do us good. Every friend 
and every blessing is given us by Thee, who 
hast made every thing, and whose goodness 
has no end. We thank Thee for the teachers 



who meet us here, for the truths we here learn, 
and for the pleasure we here enjoy. It is 
Thou who hast given us our birth and education 
in a Christian land. Thou didst send thy Son 
to bless us with blessings of the mind and 
heart, that may always be ours. Accept our 
thanks. And grant us, Heavenly Father, thy 
continual help, that we may live as we ought 
in the midst of so many things to make us 
good and happy. Bless all of us, we beseech 
Thee. We pray for one another. May those 
who teach, be taught by Thee. May those 
who come to learn, get instruction that may 
guide them in all their duties. May thy care 
and thy love be with our friends. And may we 
all enjoy thy goodness here and forever. Amen. 


Oh God, our Heavenly Father ! Hear us 
when we pray to Thee. We come to acknowl- 
edge our dependence and our unworthiness. 
We need thy forgiveness and thy help. We 
have done many things which we knew to be 
wrong. We have not loved Thee so much as 
we ought. W e have had bad thoughts and feel- 
ings, for which we are sorry, and we beseech 
Thee to forgive us. Oh that we might always 
try to do right. Teach us, Merciful God, to 
know our duty ; and assist us, that we may 
do it. May we watch over ourselves, and 
keep our hearts from evil. May we resist 


every temptation to do wrong. May the fear 
and the love of Thee dwell together in our 
hearts. We thank Thee that we have immor- 
tal souls, that may be prepared for heaven by 
repentance and obedience. Let us so live in 
this world that we may be happy forever. Let 
the instruction which we receive in this place 
have an influence on our characters and lives. 
Let us enjoy thy favor here, and hereafter. 
And all the praise shall be to thy mercy, in 
which we have learned to trust through Jesus 
Christ, our Lord and Saviour. Amen. 


Gracious God! We call on Thee as our 
Father. For Jesus Christ has taught us when 
we pray, to say, Our Father who art in heav- 
en. We thank Thee that Thou didst so love 
the world as to send thy dear Son to save men 
from error and sin. We rejoice that we have 
heard of thy truth and mercy through Christ. 
May we learn of him who spoke and did ac- 
cording to thy will, and who lived and died 
for our good. May we be like him in his gen- 
tleness, his humility, his love of others, and 
his love of Thee. May we grow more like 
him every day that we live. May his life seem 
to us as true, and his character as beautiful, 
as they were. Oh help us, our Father, to re- 
member and honor the Saviour whom Thou 
hast given us. When we come to this place 


to read and hear about him, may we bring 
teachable minds and open hearts. May we 
enjoy the hour that we spend here, and go 
away with good thoughts and good feelings. 
May we strive to be good as long as we 
live ; that when we die, we may be welcomed 
by Jesus Christ to the mansions which he has 
gone to prepare. Amen. 


OLord our God ! Thou art great and glori- 
ous. Thou art holy and infinite. We are thy 
creatures, who live in thy sight, and are kept 
by thy care. We see Thee not, but Thou al- 
ways seest us. Thou searchest our hearts, 
and knowest all our ways. Make us to feel 
thy constant presence. May we live as seeing 
Thee who art invisible. May we watch over 
our tempers and feelings, that they may not 
offend thee. Help us to grow in goodness. 
Help us to fear and love Thee. Help us to do 
thy will, that we may enjoy thy favor. For- 
give all our sins, which we have thoughtlessly 
or wilfully committed. Lead us to repent- 
ance, and save us from all evil for thy good- 
ness* and mercy's sake. Amen. 


Our Father in Heaven, Author of life and 
of every blessing ! We render thanks to Thee 


who hast given us being. We praise Thee for 
our creation and preservation. We thank 
Thee for our bodies so curiously and wonderful- 
ly made, and still more for our souls, through 
which we are able to know and love Thee. 
O God, we bless Thee that thou hast made us 
to live forever, and hast sent thine own Son 
to bring life and immortality to light. In our 
Christian faith and hope we rejoice before 
Thee, our Father and our God. Oh may 
we live under the influence of those truths 
which Jesus Christ taught. May we live in 
the hope of heaven, and in preparation for 
eternal life. Teach us not to fear death, but 
to look beyond it to another and better world 
than this. May we so spend every day here that 
we may be ready and willing to die, when and 
where Thou shalt please. If we should pass 
many years on earth, may they all be spent in 
obedience to thy will. And if we should be soon 
taken away from all that we love here, may 
we go to join the spirits of the good and happy, 
where we may always serve Thee ; to whom 
belong all praise and glory. Amen. 


Holy and Merciful Father ! Before Thee 
would we bow down in homage. Thou alone 
art God, supreme and everlasting. In Thee 
do we put our trust. In our ignorance and 
feebleness we come to Thee, who knowest our 


want, and art more willing to give what we 
need than we are to ask it. We come not to 
ask that Thou wilt give us the wealth or pleas- 
ure of this world. We ask not that Thou 
wilt save us from the trials which it would be 
good for us to bear. Our heart's desire and 
prayer is, that we maybe kept in ways of truth 
and righteousness. May we study and practise 
what is right. May we grow in goodness as 
we grow in age. May we learn the lessons 
of duty which Thou hast given us by Jesus 
Christ. May he be our teacher and pattern. 
We have done wrong ; oh God our Father, 
forgive us. May we try to do wrong no more, 
but keep consciences void of olfence. Let 
not our lips be stained by falsehood, nor our 
hearts be inflamed by passion. But may we 
form characters that shall fit us for usefulness 
here so long as we shall live, and for a blessed 
immortality hereafter. And thine shall be 
all the praise forever. Amen. 


O Thou who hearest prayer, our Father and 
our God ! In the glad and holy light of this 
morning we meet before Thee. Thou hast 
given us the sweet rest of sleep, and hast 
called us to rejoice in the blessings of the 
day. Thou art our constant Guardian and 
Benefactor. We praise Thee, and would lift 
up our voices in thanksgiving, to celebrate thy 


lovingkindness and mercy. May thy good- 
ness lead us to repentance, and bind us to 
Thee in gratitude. May our hearts trust in 
Thee, and find peace. Fill us, oh God, with 
thine own spirit of truth and love. Deliver 
us from whatever is false and evil. Strengthen 
our good purposes, and rebuke our wrong 
desires. Let us not be blinded by folly, nor 
be overcome by temptation. May it be our 
delight to do thy will in the days of our health 
and gladness ; and if Thou shouldst call us to 
bear any kind of suffering, may we still say, Thy 
will be done. Guide us by thy counsel so 
long as we live, and prepare us for thy judg- 
ment hereafter. We pray for them whom we 
love. May our parents, our friends, our teach- 
ers be led in paths of peace and salvation. 
May all men be taught the way of righteous- 
ness. Do Thou enlighten the ignorant, con- 
vert the sinful, comfort the miserable, and let 
all people seek Thee, and find Thee through 
Jesus Christ the Mediator and Redeemer. 





1. The School is open to all the children of 
the congregation ; of which also the teachers 
are members. 

2. It is held in the meeting-house every 
Sunday, from the 1st of October to the 1st of 
July, during the hour between the ringing of 
the first and second bells for public worship in 
the morning. 

3. The exercises of the School begin with 
a lesson from Scripture, followed by prayer 
and singing. After which, unless there be a 
general lesson, the classes go to their several 
pews and remain with their teachers till the 



close of the School, when they again join in 

4. A general lesson is given, usually, once 
a fortnight, by the junior minister, the super- 
intendent, or some one of the teachers. 

5. For the greater convenience and the 
more thorough character of the instruction, 
especially within the short time allowed, the 
classes are small ; the number in a class, it is 
thought, should not, except for some good 
reason, exceed five. 

6. In arranging the children in classes, re- 
gard is paid rather to their capacity and pre- 
vious instruction than to age. 

7. Instruction is given principally by means 
of conversation between the teachers and their 
classes. The Bible is the book most used, 
portions of it being read and explained, or 
being taken as subjects of conversation. Some 
of the younger children learn hymns, and the 
older scholars are taught from such books be- 
sides the Bible as their teachers may think 
most suitable. 

1. Teachers' meetings are held, except in 
the summer, once a month, or once a fort- 
night, as may be annually determined. 

2. These meetings are held on Saturday 
evenings, from 7 to 9 o'clock, or from 7 1-2 to 
9 1-2 o'clock, at the house of the junior min- 



3. The time of the meeting is divided be- 
tween conversation on the state of the School, 
discussion of questions interesting to the teach- 
ers of a Sunday School, and exposition of 
Scripture or remarks upon the exercises adopt- 
ed in the School. 

A complete course of instruction for a Sun- 
day School would embrace the following 
branches of study ; and so far as circumstan- 
ces may permit, the children should be carried 
through such a course, by beginning at the 
earliest age at which they enter the School 
with the first of these exercises, and leading 
them on successively to the last. It may be 
impossible to introduce or to maintain such 
an order of instruction, but the classes might 
be arranged and taught with reference to it. 

I. Hymns and Sacred Poetry ; 
Passages of Scripture ; 

To be committed to memory. 

II. Conversation between the teacher and 
the children — on 

The spiritual nature of the child; 
His relations to God ; 
His relations to his fellow-beings ; 
The dispositions that should be cher- 
ished ; 

The tempers that should be repressed ; 
- ' The habits of speech and action that 
are proper or improper. 



Such conversation would bring up various 
topics that fall under the general titles, of faith, 
and character. It should follow very much 
the direction given it by the child, who should 
be encouraged to ask questions, and not be 
suffered to remain a passive listener. Advan- 
tage may be taken of familiar incidents, of the 
occurrences of the week, or of facts borrowed 
from biography. Abstract teaching should be 
avoided, and truth be taught by illustration 
and narrative. 

Catechisms may be used in this stage of 
the instruction. The best, probably, are Dr. 
Carpenter's, that prepared by Dr. Channing 
and Mr. Thacher, and that published by the 
Worcester Association. 

III. History of Jesus Chrsst. 

In its principal facts only — without enter- 
ing into criticism ; using the New Testament 
as the only text book ; presenting to the child 
the Savior's life and character in a manner 
suitable to his early age. 

IV. Notices of the principal personages 
of the Old Testament. 

The teacher may here give his class some 
brief account of Abraham, Moses, David, &,c, 
with the story of Joseph, and other narratives 
which they would comprehend, and in which 
they might be expected to take an interest. 

V. Lessons from Nature and Provi- 

These may be given orally, but should be 



more systematic and extended than those 
which come under No. II. They should af- 
ford illustrations of the Divine power, wisdom 
and goodness, as seen in " the things that are 
made ; " of the Divine government as exhibit- 
ed in the course of events ; of human life and 
character as displayed in biography and histo- 
ry. Many of the facts of natural science 
might be profitably introduced. 

VI. History of Jesus Christ — in full. 
The Gospels should now be carefully read 

and explained. The life of Jesus should be 
studied by means of a Harmony — Palfrey's 
for example ; his miracles, parables, and 
other discourses should be separately examin- 
ed ; and^pains be taken to give the class as full 
an insight as may be into the character of 
Christ. Such a book as Ware's " Life of the 
Saviour''* may be used, and the teacher should 
prepare himself by the help of Commentaries 
and other works elucidating the meaning of 

VII. Old Testament. 

Its history and biography ; 
The Jewish Law ; 

The devotional and prophetical books. 
Portions of these several parts of the Old 
Testament may be read and explained, and 
some general views be given of the Mosaic 
dispensation, and the course of ancient pro- 
phecy. Perhaps nothing more can be at- 
tempted in a Sunday School. 



VIII. History of the early spread of 
Christianity, as related in the book of the 

IX. The Epistles of the New Testament. 

Portions of these may be read, and the de- 
sign and plan of each Epistle be briefly ex- 
plained, according to the method recommend- 
ed and adopted by Locke. 

X. Principles and Duties of Religion. 

The teacher may now give moral and re- 
ligious instruction in forms suitable rather to 
youth than to childhood. He should explain 
the foundation and the elements of duty ; 
should make clear the nature and the propri- 
ety of faith ; should show what piety is, its 
excellence, and the means by which it may be 
cherished ; what morality is, its origin and 
authority ; what the christian character is, 
how it may be acquired and strengthened. 
Such a book as Ware's " Formation of the 
Christian Character," or the third part of the 
Geneva Catechism, may be taken into the 
School, but it is better that the instruction, 
should be given in conversation. 

XI. Doctrines of Christianity — absolutely. 

The teacher may exhibit and illustrate the 
doctrines of the Christian faith as he under- 
stands them, without any notice of other 
opinions ; his object being to give his class a 
view of the religious belief of a Christian, as 
he gathers it from the Bible. 



Xir. Doctrines of Christianity — contro- 
versially examined. 

The object in this, the final part of the 
course, would be twofold — to prove the jus- 
tice of the statements made under the last 
head, and to show the erroneous nature of 
opinions which may have gained currency. 
This however should be done with great dis- 
cretion, and with a view to relieve the mind 
of the pupil of difficulties with which it may 
be embarrassed, and not to make him either 
dogmatical or sectarian. 

If after leaving the Sunday School the chil- 
dren should attend a course of exercises with 
their minister on the following subjects, they 
would at its close have been carried through a 
thorough course of religious instruction. 

Evidences of Christianity. 
Natural Religion. 
Sacred Geography. 
Moral Philosophy. 
Ecclesiastical History. 
History of Religions. 

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